This year, for Poetry Friday, I offer a shipwreck poem of my own.
I wrote this shortly after preliminary DNA testing indicated that the child in the grave marked No. 4 was Eino Viljami Panula. Years later, new testing methods gave No. 4 another identity, Sidney Leslie Goodwin. It seemed to me, though, that the children who actually made the passage to the new world from the old country were as lost as these.
Despite the gloomy poem I present, I am, as always, optimistic about the coming year and the discoveries it will hold.
|Carol's Corner is the|
host for today's
Lost Worlds: The Emigrants
(For remembrance of Eino Viljami Panula, only 13 months old,
and for Gösta Leonard Pålsson, who was never found)
The fifth son was the only one
to come home to the new world:
Lifted from the cold water
days after the wreck.
All his brothers,
All lost forever
between the old home
and the new.
But the fifth son
drawn up from the water
by the hands of the fishermen—
all then, fathers
all then, broken hearts—
was brought to the new world
and laid to rest.
The men crying in the way
and fathers, cry.
For generations all they could give him was a grave.
When at last his lost family found him,
they knew they could not draw him back to that old home
after the generations of departure.
and said his name
And turned their backs once more
on that new world
that had swallowed so many lost sons
in the mines of the Keweenaw
and Anaconda’s Butte.
The lost cousins,
of the many generations of departure
repeating stories of the Baltic summer
at the distant edges
of the new world.
|NO. 4 - MALE - ESTIMATED AGE, 2 - HAIR, FAIR|
CLOTHING - Grey coat with fur on collar and cuffs; brown serge frock; petticoat; flannel garment; pink woolen singlet - brown shoes and stockings.
NO MARKS WHATEVER
PROBABLY THIRD CLASS